Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Visage,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.